Her Mouth Says No, But...

"No..." Lois Lane said, softly. For all her bluster, there was deep down inside of Lois the long-inculcated knowledge of what a pregnancy would mean for her. Terrible changes to her body, a heavy impact for her career, at least eighteen years of unremitting parenting...and her without a husband or partner to help her raise it, feeling the eyes and judgment of friends and family...and she knew, deep in her heart, that she'd never be able to bring herself to abort it.

Above her, Blaze grunted hard. Lois could feel her pussy feel impossibly wet, something hot and sticky sliding down her taint. Overflow as the cum dribbled down over her asshole...and the reporter stared down at the Demon Seal.

Some part of her, more sensitive than her waking mind, could feel the terrible potentiality there. Desperately, Lois tried to steel her will, to throw herself behind the idea that she didn't want to get pregnant. As the demon continued to shoot pulse after pulse of virile cum into her fertile snatch, the reporter found herself repeating the mantra, over and over...

"I don't want a baby I don't I don't I don't want a baby a baby don't want want a baby don't I baby don't want..."

Her traitorous cunt clenched around the invading cock, muscles working to milk the demonic dick dry. Lois could feel the shivery spasm up her spine, the bright haze of pleasure that seemed to fill her head, nipples hard as rocks, clit standing out from its little hood, thighs quivering. She could hardly breathe, and all she could think of was all the ways her body was betraying her, trying to suck the cum deeper into her depths, almost as though it was trying to guarantee conception.

"Don't want a baby don't want want want a baby I don't want a baby baby baby want I do-don't want a baby baby baby..."

With a sinking feeling in her chest, Lois realized that her body did want a body. It was instinct, her nature as a woman, biological clock tick-tick-ticking away, and deny it as she might with birth control and fierce declarations, the reporter wavered on wondering what would rule the demonic enchantment laid on her womb: the words sputtering out of her mouth or the way her pussy creamed on the cock wedged deep inside of it.

"Want a baby baby baby want want do-don't-do-don't-do I want a baby I..."

Lois paused, realizing the words that had come out of her mouth, the mantra **** off at the Freudian slip.

The demon seal, almost invisible a moment before, glowed a bright pink.

"Congratulations," Blaze gasped, panting gently. She laid a loving, tender hand on the reporter's flat stomach. "Mommy."